The Moon and Me

The food we pretend to eat. Served on trays, we pretend it’s a treat. Watered down pop. Bubbles that hurt and never stop. A place filled with our heartbeat. They take our vitals as we sit in a seat. The day begins. When we remember the trouble we’re in. Too tired to play outside with a ball. Too restless to stop wandering the hall. Back and forth, I almost trip. I don’t care that my gown did rip. Then it’s back to bed, somehow. I lie awake, watching the moon follow. Wondering if the moon is ok. It has craters, but at least outside it can stay. Windows, I don’t know if they’re real. Until I try to escape and get a feel. My mom is never going to take me home. So I get up and start to roam. Start and stop, that’s all we do. In this place where nothing is true.